My First Story Attempt

I shook my head as I walked through the door of the medical office. The last time I had walked in to see a doctor was 13 years ago, just after I had graduated from college and before I started working full time. I avoided doctors at all costs. The thought of being examined by and exposed to someone I didn’t know from Adam made my stomach turn, and that sick feeling accompanied me through the front door of the office.

Losing money was also something I didn’t particularly care for, though.. And now that my company had put a policy in place that gave an annual $500 credit towards insurance coverage to everyone that completed an annual physical, I felt obligated to get one. That’s why I found myself walking in to the office for my appointment with Dr. Tom O’Connell. He came recommended by a friend, who had been seeing him at his small family practice for years. I was just glad I could get an early evening appointment, since Dr. O’Connell was only there late once a week. When I made the appointment, I was told that he other doctor, Dr. Reynolds, took the other evening appointments, but if I was going to go to a doctor, I wanted it to be someone that at least came recommended.

I approached the reception desk and gave my name to the young, attractive receptionist.

“Sir, Dr. O’Connell had to leave unexpectedly due to a family emergency. Fortunately, Dr. Reynolds will be able to see you tonight if you’re willing to wait about 30 minutes.”

“No, I think I’ll have to reschedule,” I replied.

“Well, Dr. O’Connell starts his two week vacation next week, and he is booked solid for the following two weeks when he gets back, so it will be several weeks until he can see you.”

Knowing that I had to complete the physical by the end-of-month deadline to qualify for the credit, I felt like I had no choice. “OK, I guess I will wait for Dr. Reynolds then.”

After an agonizing 25 minutes, I heard my name called out, and looked up to see a familiar face. It was Tracey, who I had gone on a couple dates with a year or so ago. I liked her, but she had suddenly cut off communication with me after the second date. I remembered she was a nurse, but didn’t know where she worked…until now.

“Hi…how have you been?” She asked.

Still somewhat caught off guard, I managed to mutter, “Fine, and you?”

I followed her down the hall, admiring the way her backside filled out her scrubs. She was blonde, short, and thick, with curves in the right places. She led me to an exam room and closed the door. Just seeing the door close and being in that small room heightened that uneasy feeling in my stomach.

“OK, I’ll try to make this quick because I know you had to wait, and I know this is a little awkward. Step up here first please,” she said, pointing to the scale. After noting my height and weight on her clipboard, she flipped to the forms I had previously submitted about my medical history. She asked for confirmation of a few items, continuing to make notes.

Next, she pulled the blood pressure cuff off of the wall. As she tightened the cuff, she stood close, with her ample chest brushing my arm.

“Are you feeling nervous today?” She asked

“Yes, I’m a little uncomfortable in doctors offices,” I managed to mutter, not able to give her the full story.

“OK, well I’m sure Doctor will want to discuss that with you, because your blood pressure came back a bit high. With that, she reached into a drawer and pulled out a gown. “We need you to strip down to your underwear for now, and you can put this on if you‘d like. The doctor will be with you shortly.”

It took me a couple of minutes to get my clothes off, lay them on a chair and try to put on the gown but by then, my nervous, shaky hands had torn the gown in a couple of places. I finally gave up and put it on the chair as well.

As I waited, the claustrophobia of sitting in the small room and dread at the rest of the process that was about to unfold started to make my stomach more and more upset. I started to contemplate walking out, but just then there was a knock at the door, and in walked…

“Becca?” I blurted out, almost involuntarily. I blinked and it was clear, it was Becca, my best friend from high school’s older sister. The girl I had had a crush on for all of my teenage years. She looked like she hadn’t aged a bit. Not drop dead gorgeous, but cute as ever, with her blond hair in a pony tail, and her long, lean, athletic frame still in great shape.

“HEY!” She said excitedly. “I was so busy I didn’t even look at the name on the chart! What a surprise to see you! It’s been a long time!”

I was stunned. Not knowing what to say, I just muttered, “Yeah…” “But I thought I was seeing Dr. Reynolds?“ I asked, my mind going a million miles an hour trying to process what was happening.

“I AM Dr. Reynolds,” she laughed, waving her hand to show her wedding ring.

“Oh…” I stammered, still overwhelmed that she was there, still looked great, and apparently was about to give me a physical exam. The girl that used to tease me relentlessly when I was a horny teenager was about to give me a physical exam.

I was so stunned, I hadn’t registered that Becca was not alone. I now noticed that Tracey was behind her.

“Tracey, this gentleman was one of my younger brother’s closest friends when we were growing up,” Becca said. “I used to give the boys a hard time, but it was all in good fun and we had a lot of laughs together. But, we can catch up on all that personal stuff when we’re done here. I know you’ve been waiting, so let’s get moving.”

She then looked at me, “So, office policy is that a chaperone be present during parts of the exam when the patient is of the opposite sex,” Becca said to me. “Tracey is studying to be certified as a physician assistant anyway, so this will be helpful for her to go through an entire male physical, since most of my patients are females. No big deal, right?” She smiled.

It was like another punch to the gut. An attractive woman that I had dated, and my teenage crush were about to give me an exam. What am I supposed to say?

“Right…of course,” I managed to laugh uncomfortably.

“Well, I see the gown didn’t work out,“ Becca laughed, “but other than that, we’re ready to get going. Let’s talk about that that blood pressure test…you were a little nervous, you think?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“OK, we’ll re-check you at the end. Now that you’re among friends, I’m sure you’ll be more relaxed.”

If she only knew…my heart was beating out of my chest at the prospect of what was to come.

With that, the actual exam started. Becca began by looking into my eyes, ears, nose and throat, finally feeling the glands in my neck. When she was done, Becca asked Tracey some questions, checking her knowledge of the exam procedures and asking what she was noticing through the process. Becca cracked a few jokes along the way, making Tracey laugh. It was clear they had already developed a friendly relationship. I was too shaken to focus on anything they said.

Next, Becca used her stethoscope and listened to my heart and my lungs. I looked down at her hands next to my bare chest, still in disbelief at what was happening. I took deep breaths as she instructed. Again, Becca talked to Tracey about this part of the exam, mentioning what she was looking for and examining. Tracey mentioned some medical buzzwords that I wasn‘t paying full attention to, and Becca kidded her about the jargon, but it sounded like everything was normal. After this portion of the exam, Becca escorted Tracey to the desk at the other side of the room, and discussed filling out the chart, but I couldn’t really make out what she was saying.

As they completed a couple other routine checks, my mind so far elsewhere, I wasn’t even aware of what they were doing. I had started to think further ahead, about what I remembered happening at the end of these exams when I was younger. They’d probably skip that part, right? Not really necessary, right? I started to feel sick.

“OK, you can go ahead and lay down now,” Becca’s voice broke me out of my stupor. I did as she instructed, laying flat on my back in just my boxer briefs in front of a woman I had fantasized about during countless nights as a teen. Becca listened to my stomach with her stethoscope followed by some palpation of my abdominal area. She then moved down to my legs and my feet. Becca mentioned to Tracey what she was noticing, what she was checking for, what concerns could be noted.

With that, they again retreated to the table. I heard Becca quietly ask Tracey a few questions, but couldn’t make out their hushed tones. I did clearly hear the sound of a soft chuckle, and then the distinct sound of new exam gloves being snapped on.

The next words hit me like a ton of bricks.

“OK, time to check the plumbing. Go ahead and lift up your hips for me.”

I was numb. It seemed like the room was spinning. Almost involuntarily, I felt my hips slowly lift. The girl I had lusted over for four years of adolescence reached for the waistband of my boxer briefs, and slid them down. It felt like slow motion, as I saw her eyes move down my body. There I was, totally exposed in front of her. I saw her eyes widen, and then refocus. I saw a smile come across her lips. I glanced to Tracey and saw her staring as well, a smirk on her face.

“Oh, if I would’ve only known when we were kids, I would’ve had a field day with this,“ she chuckled and patted me softly on the thigh. I cringed. After what seemed like minutes, an electric shock hit me. Her fingers were on my penis. Then my balls.

“Sorry.” She blurted out.“ I mean, I know its cold in here, and my hands are cold.”

“So Tracey, what do we notice in this part of the exam? I mean…other than hopefully he’s a grower because he’s not much of a shower, huh?”

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I saw Tracey blushing and laughing out of the corner of my eye as she described what to look for in the exam.

“Right, under normal circumstances, I would carefully examine as usual, and I would delicately ask the patient if he is experiencing any difficulties or lack of function,“ Becca said. “Now, I know we are joking and teasing a bit here in good fun with my old friend, but normally, I would also be careful not to show any reaction at this part of the exam, because the patient may be sensitive. I don’t have to be delicate with him, since we’ve been teasing each other since we were in high school,” she laughed. “Had I known this little secret, I would’ve just had a little more material.”

She winked at me, and Tracey laughed. My face was flushed, my body temperature felt like it had risen twenty degrees, and my heart was thumping. The humiliation of being exposed and the conversation that followed was all I could think of.

“OK, so we know you’ll probably never be a porn star, but aside from that, seriously, any issues with performance, discomfort, other problems?”

“Uh, no,” I stammered.

“OK, you can go ahead and hop down from the table.”

I absent-mindedly pulled up my underwear, and in a daze, stood up.

Becca and Tracey both rolled up a small stools and sat down them. Their stools were so short it left their heads at waist level.

“OK, time for the hernia check. Go ahead and drop your drawers for us again, big guy.”

I paused. After having two attractive women talk about my lack of size, I had to drop my pants and stand naked in front of them. I had to humiliate myself in front of my high school crush again.

I could’ve sworn I saw Tracey holding back a laugh as I hesitated, obviously embarrassed.

I finally lowered my underwear and exposed myself again.

Becca grabbed each one of my testicles, rolled them around in her fingers gently and asked me if I was experiencing any pain during this part of the exam. I could barely manage a “no.” In spite of all the embarrassment, it wasn’t pain I was feeling, but the sensation of a woman I had fantasized about for years handling my balls was starting to arouse me. After Becca finished, I reached down to pull up my boxers, but Becca stopped me.

“Not yet. Tracey, it’s important that you practice this part of the exam to know what you should be feeling for. Go ahead and check for yourself.”

Tracey, with a smirk still on her face, rolled her stool in front of me to take her turn. She took the little finger on her left hand, worked it practically inside of me through my scrotum and pushed hard as she instructed me to cough. She then followed up with the right hand little finger. I felt the arousal continue to build as she began to handle my balls gentle to examine the testicles. It was starting to become clear to Becca that I was getting turned on.

“Uh oh. If you continue much longer, it looks like we might see if he really is a grower, just not a shower,” she joked.

I reached down for my boxers again, but this time it was Tracey that stopped me.

“Sorry,” she said, looking up at me. “I wasn’t finished with the exam yet,” she said with a sly smile.

With that, she continued manipulating my balls in her hand, while her eyes were watching my hardening cock, which eventually completely stiffened.

“I think that’s it,” she said as she observed my full hardness. “I mean, that’s it for my exam,” she said with a giggle.

“That’s it?” Becca laughed. "Well, let’s check and make sure. Hands behind your head,” Becca said to me. I didn’t remember this part in previous exams, but at this point, I was going through the motions out of reflex, doing as I was told. I put my hands behind my head, totally exposing myself, my dick still hard.

Becca rolled her stool close again, this time with a ruler in hand. She held it next to my stiff cock.

“Five and a half inches, right nurse?”

“Um, I think it’s closer to five and a quarter,” Tracey answered with a sly smile, looking me in the eyes.

“Mmm hmm, you’re right. So, I guess so much for the show-er part too, huh?”

Both ladies laughed.

“OK, we’ll note this in your charts, and now we just need to take the photos,” Becca said.

“Photos!?” I blurted out

“Ha, just messing with you. Actually, this whole last part was just to mess with you while I had the chance. I still owed you a payback for that time you guys snooped on my slumber party in high school.”

I had forgotten our big slumber party prank, but apparently she hadn’t.

“Seriously, I was just having a little fun teasing you after a stressful day. We see this stuff everyday, it’s really not a big deal, and we keep it between us, so I hope you don’t mind.”

With that, she patted me softly on the butt and told me I could get dressed.

“Everything looks OK, you should be good until your next annual physical. You can get dressed and see Dana at the reception desk to finish the paperwork. Good seeing you again!”

With that, Becca and Tracey left the room. I tried to compose myself and get dressed. After I finished, I walked to the front of the office, where I saw Tracey talking with the young receptionist and laughing. When Tracey saw me approach, she stopped abruptly.

“Uh…glad I got to see you, take care,” she said, still smirking and red-faced.

“OK, sir, just a couple little things to finish here,” the young receptionist said, showing the same sly smile I had seen from the ladies earlier. She looked at me with that smile and said, “ Don’t really, it’s really small. I mean, there’s not much.” She chuckled.

I finished the paperwork and left as quickly as possible, ending the most humiliating day of my life.